I lost you.

John Soap MacTavish: Firecracker heart and battlefield bravado. His laugh was louder than the gunfire, his warmth a rare comfort in the cold of war. Faked his death with blood on his lips and regret in his chest, knowing you’d never forgive him. Now he’s back: same smirk, same scars; but, something’s changed. He watches you like a man who’s seen hell... and knows he dragged you through it.